Luyện nghe bài hát Queen Of Love

A strong power from the left hand
Across the waters
A power calls from the left hand
Let all sleep or weep

Oh, the of love
You have my eyes
And my will not sleep

The eye would sleep but the mind rise
I needs walk down God's eyebrows
And along the streets of his
for me and you will see me in my red cloak
Swimming determined as God's flies

Creatures of grief, you beg the thief
I will not carry home your sacks of
But I will pay the fiddler silver if he smiles
God he see tomorrow

The fine, fine that are into it
And my eyes salt water swim
And we disputing with a brittle gaiety the world's rim
If I sought to you with my body
It would be with a bent back unto the day of

Oh, the of love
I am in her
She is in my

And together alone we hands
And in each other's eyes walk the shore
And below I have my to perform in the song
And that, that I was, you will see it no

The snow is on the of my heart
And to is to die
The men at arms do seek to me
And the monks hue and cry

Seek me in vain on
Or in hollow
For the way I take
Only the may follow

The ancestors in stone armor calling for loyalty
to make a zigzag of the arrow's flight
It is so swaddled in the of form
But I am girdled with the storm and cloaked the night

I am not to be or found
Save only in I cause
Standing outside on the outside
Perfectingness or

How shall I say where I end or you begin?
How shall I say, shall I play?
it be you or the wild wind

As Pan the insane eyes
Or with the wild
Or when I am crowned the paper crown
Or with the crown of

A strong power compels distortion the right hand
Fleece to the gray wolves, to the gray sheep
But the queen of love she
My body alive, that I do not

The brews potions and pills
To open his own front
And the locksmith makes bolts
To bar his gates to new breeze that blows

I now put lion's ears upon my ears?
Hear every sound as a
Shall I now put mouse's eyes upon my
Gauge the moon for against my paw?

While the of love
She to me
From above and beyond the

And I my mind
It is ignorant boy
While at her I am curled

And I remember all female movements so
Of such a form to give much joy and ease much
To perfume and let fall the gown
And to let down the curling

But now I play thrower
And I will play man
I will play weaver and day bringer
And as catch can

the queen of love
She swims a silver dove in my mind's room
And my body sleepwalks the road
In a dark swoon